<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5110696745983743532</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:31:54.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>singleagain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://single-again.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110696745983743532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://single-again.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>singleagain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05463154487182669562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5110696745983743532.post-2244776951838949184</id><published>2007-06-06T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T07:19:28.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All's well that ends well</title><content type='html'>Can everything get well, when things do not seem to be well at all? I just wonder what the world is going on now. Nothing seems to be right. Politically things are rather un-right.. if I may use that.&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, it's OK. But deep down, further underneath, there's a strong current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! If you were a thing, what thing would you be? Would you be a door mat, or a vacuum cleaner? Would you be a sponge that soaks or beans that spill? Would you be a river or an ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be a pencil or a pen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, do you love yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110696745983743532-2244776951838949184?l=single-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://single-again.blogspot.com/feeds/2244776951838949184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110696745983743532&amp;postID=2244776951838949184' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110696745983743532/posts/default/2244776951838949184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110696745983743532/posts/default/2244776951838949184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://single-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/alls-well-that-ends-well.html' title='All&apos;s well that ends well'/><author><name>singleagain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05463154487182669562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5110696745983743532.post-4313221917888297029</id><published>2007-06-06T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T07:11:30.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever loved a woman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;dd&gt; ( Bryan Adams )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  To really love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To understand her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; You've got to know her deep inside ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hear every thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; See every dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And give her wings when she wants to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know you really love a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  When you love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You tell her that she's really wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You tell her that she's the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She needs somebody, to tell her that it's gonna last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So tell me have you ever really ... really, really ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   To really love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let her hold you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Till you know how she needs to be touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You've got to breathe her, really taste her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Till you can feel her in your blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when you see your unborn children in her eyes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know you really love a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  When you love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You tell her that she's really wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You tell her that she's the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She needs somebody, to tell her that it's gonna last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So tell me have you ever really ... really, really ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  You've got to give her some faith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hold her tight, a little tenderness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You've got to treat her right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She will be there for you taking good care of you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You really gotta love your woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know you really love a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  When you love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You tell her that she's really wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you love a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You tell her that she's the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She needs somebody, to tell her that it's gonna last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So tell me have you ever really ... really, really ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So tell me have you ever really ... really, really ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So tell me have you ever really ... really, really ever loved a wom&lt;/span&gt;an?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110696745983743532-4313221917888297029?l=single-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://single-again.blogspot.com/feeds/4313221917888297029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110696745983743532&amp;postID=4313221917888297029' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110696745983743532/posts/default/4313221917888297029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110696745983743532/posts/default/4313221917888297029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://single-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/have-you-ever-loved-woman.html' title='Have you ever loved a woman?'/><author><name>singleagain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05463154487182669562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5110696745983743532.post-5994773639758619028</id><published>2007-06-05T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T03:15:29.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!!</title><content type='html'>Hello, hello!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm greetings&lt;br /&gt; everyone. Welcome to my blog, self-titled 'Single again'. Yeah, you may predict that this is all about the rantings of someone who's single again.&lt;br /&gt;Nice feeling... But there's that little voice who says 'Wait a minute!This is not me'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. As the blogosphere allows anonymity as well as everyone is damn free to speak out, so, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd better hurry. Gotta see someone first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110696745983743532-5994773639758619028?l=single-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://single-again.blogspot.com/feeds/5994773639758619028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110696745983743532&amp;postID=5994773639758619028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110696745983743532/posts/default/5994773639758619028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110696745983743532/posts/default/5994773639758619028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://single-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/greetings.html' title='Greetings!!'/><author><name>singleagain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05463154487182669562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
